Ripper:
Jack, what kept you? Andy here's been getting nervous. I promised him you'd come. Gave him my word of honor he could watch you die. Lose the cannon.
Jack Slater:
Has he hurt you Andrew?
Ripper:
Hurt, Jack? You say hurt? What do you know about hurt, Jack? You put me in a cage for ten years.
Jack Slater:
You should've gotten the death penalty.
Ripper:
Yeah, shoulda, woulda, coulda, yeah, yeah, yeah, right. Things crawling around in your head. Sitting on my chest when I wake up. You know what that's like, Jack? It was your illegal search, that rendered the bloody axe inadmissible. Remember, Jack? Now lose the gun. [Jack puts his gun on the ground]
Jack Slater:
Alright, I'm unarmed.
Ripper:
Just one gun, Jack? You gotta be kidding. [Jack removes nearly a dozen guns]
Ripper:
That all, sport?
Jack Slater:
Yup, that about does it. [pulls out grenade]
Jack Slater:
Oh, unless you consider this a weapon. [throws grenade at Ripper's feet]
Ripper:
Brilliant, Jack. Brilliant. I surrender.
Jack Slater:
It's a live grenade.
Ripper:
Yeah right, Jack, right right right. You're gonna sacrifice your own child to get to me. I'm very flattered, Jack, but I doubt it. Andy, pick up the grenade. [Andy slowly picks up the grenade]
Ripper:
Come on. Show it to me. That's good. Jack, that toy, can't hurt the boy. [flashes Axe]
Ripper:
But this one can.
Ripper:
Jack, what kept you? Andy here's been getting nervous. I promised him you'd come. Gave him my word of honor he could watch you die. Lose the cannon.
Jack Slater:
Has he hurt you Andrew?
Ripper:
Hurt, Jack? You say hurt? What do you know about hurt, Jack? You put me in a cage for ten years.
Jack Slater:
You should've gotten the death penalty.
Ripper:
Yeah, shoulda, woulda, coulda, yeah, yeah, yeah, right. Things crawling around on your head. Sitting on my chest when I wake up. You know what that's like, Jack? It was your illegal search, that rendered the bloody axe admissible. Remember, Jack? Now lose the gun. [Jack puts his gun on the ground]
Jack Slater:
Alright, I'm unarmed.
Ripper:
Just one gun, Jack? You gotta be kidding. [Jack removes nearly a dozen guns]
Ripper:
That all, sport?
Jack Slater:
Yup, that about does it. [pulls out grenade]
Jack Slater:
Oh, unless you consider this a weapon. [throws grenade at Ripper's feet]
Ripper:
Brilliant, brilliant, Jack. I surrender.
Jack Slater:
It's a live grenade.
Ripper:
Yeah right, Jack, right right right. You're gonna sacrifice your own child to get to me. I'm very flattered, Jack, but I doubt it. Andy, pick up the grenade. [Andy slowly picks up the grenade]
Ripper:
Come on. Show it to me. That's good. Jack, that toy, can't hurt the boy. [flashes Axe]
Ripper:
But this one can.
Mr. Pink:
[debating the messy situation at the warehouse] Well, first things first. Staying here's goofy. We gotta book up.
Mr. White:
So, what do you suggest, we go to a hotel? We got a guy who's shot in the belly, he can't walk, he bleeds like a stuck pig, and when he's awake he screams in pain.
Mr. Pink:
You got an idea, spit it out.
Mr. White:
Joe could help him. If we can get in touch with Joe, he could get him to a doctor. He could get a doctor to come see him.
Mr. Pink:
Assuming we can trust Joe, how we gonna get in touch with him, huh? He's supposed to be here, but he ain't, which is making me very nervous about being here. Even if Joe is on the up and up, he's probably not gonna be too happy with us. Joe planned a robbery, but he's got a blood bath on his hands now. Dead cops, dead robbers, dead civillians... Jesus Christ! I tend to doubt he's gonna have a lot of sympathy for our plight. If I was him, I'd try to put as much distance between me and this mess as humanly possible.
Bill:
I got a great family. I got a 16-year-old daughter who just got her driver's license. So drop to your knees and thank the good Lord above that you live here and not where we live. She is without a doubt the worst driver on the planet. She's got no depth perception at all. We come up to this intersection. There's a car stopped. I'm like, "He stopped. He stopped! He stopped!" She goes, "I can see that." I'm like, "Oh, my God, she's her mother!" The other day, my neighbor asked, "When did you put the CD boom box in your car?" I said, "What?" He goes, "I saw you and your daughter driving down the street, and I heard this -" [makes a thumping noise]
Bill:
I said, "That was me stomping on the imaginary brake on my side of the car.
